Free Making His Move by Rhyannon Byrd Page B

to feel good, Chris. I just...I wish I could see it.”
    “Aw, fuck,” he growled, her words sending him over the edge. He wrenched out of her fist-tight hold, ripped the condom off, and fisted his steaming cock in a brutally tight grip as he jacked it off. A second later, he spurted a thick stream of cum over her heart-shaped ass...then another, before making a gritty, inhuman sound and pressing the engorged tip of his dick right over her puckered little hole, his free hand pushing her left cheek to the side so that he could watch as he coated that tiny rosette.
    When the last mind-shattering spasm worked its way through him and he could finally draw a breath, Chris blinked at the sight before him, fighting the crazy-assed urge to beat his chest like a caveman. He’d blown his load all over her gorgeous ass, soaking her in his cum.
    “Oh, fuck,” he groaned, squeezing her hips. “I can’t believe I did that.”
    “Um. It’s all over me, isn’t it?”
    “Yeah.”
    “You’re such a perv.”
    He laughed, because he could hear the smile in her voice...and she was shaking her ass at him.
    “What can I say?” he murmured, completely affected by her. “You inspire me, Soph.”
    “Oh sure,” she snorted. “Blame it on me .”
    After using his hands to rub his hot ejaculate into her soft skin, he untied her wrists, then leaned over and pressed a tender kiss between her delicate shoulder blades. “You are so much fun to be around, you know that?”
    “Um, thanks.” She sounded soft, and shy. “You, too.”
    “And you make me so fucking hot that I do and say outrageous things.”
    She brought her arms under her chest as she looked over her shoulder, and he suddenly found himself drowning in those big, beautiful eyes that made him want to grab her up in his arms...and keep her forever. “I’m not complaining, Chris. I like the way you are. I like everything about you.”
    “I like everything about you, too.” The doubtful look she gave him had him shaking his head. “It’s true, you know,” he murmured, bracing himself on his left elbow and hip so that he could roll her on to her back beside him. Curving his right hand around the side of her throat, he held her warm, luminous gaze as he went on. “I don’t give a shit that you’re smarter than I am. I fucking love your brilliant mind and your gorgeous body and your wry sense of humor. You are one hell of a woman, Sophie Ward, and I know damn well that I’m lucky as hell to have you here with me.”
    “ Oh .”
    With another gruff laugh at the startled look of pleasure on her pretty face, he leaned over to press a soft kiss to her forehead, then licked his lips. Arching a brow at her, he asked, “Why do you taste like a fortune cookie?”
    “Uh, long story,” she mumbled, blushing so pink she looked sunburned.
    Intrigued, but sensing it was a story she was too embarrassed to share, he forced himself to do the manly thing and get up, so that he could grab her a washcloth from the bathroom. He tossed the condom he’d picked up from the side of the bed into the trash bin, then ran a washcloth under the cold water, knowing she might need it to soothe any soreness and swelling between her slender thighs.
    When he came back into the room not a minute later, Chris was surprised to see that she’d drawn the sheet up over her naked body. Then he remembered how shy she was, and decided it was going to be fun as hell, getting her comfortable being naked in front of him.
    She slid a dubious look at the wet washcloth, until he started coming toward her. Her attention diverted by his body, she watched him with an appreciative, heavy-lidded gaze as he walked back to the bed, studying his body from the top of his head and moving down, slowly taking him in. When she reached his right knee, she bit her lip, her expressive brows knitting together. He knew she must have seen the scar before, since he’d run into her sometimes when he was coming into work from a long